Vol 2 Chapter 809: Hearing (5)

"The house-elf who caused the problem is now a servant of Verrin El and an employee of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Dumbledore said. "I can call it to testify immediately if you wish. "
"I-no-I don't have time to listen to those house-elves bullshit! Anyway, this is not the first time-swear to God, he actually beat his aunt out!" Fudge slapped heavily The bench of the court and knocked over a bottle of ink.
Harry was a little angry. If Hermione was here, she would have to tear Fudge's mouth apart. It didn't seem to be a bad idea, vomiting... well... the House Elf Rights Association.
"I admit, that time you were very kind and didn't hold it accountable, and said that even the best wizards can't control their emotions forever." Dumbledore said calmly as Fudge was rushing to pack the documents. "And I didn't mention how to punish him at that time."
"But, I think you should be clear. Connelly, the Ministry of Magic does not have the power to punish students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for misbehaving on campus. Harry's behavior has nothing to do with this hearing," Deng It was even more polite than before, but there was a cold hint behind his words.
"Oh!" Fudge said, "That means it doesn't matter what he does at school, eh? Do you think so?"
"As I reminded you on the evening of August 2, the Ministry of Magic has no right to expel students at Hogwarts, Connelly," Dumbledore said, "regardless of whether the Ministry of Magic has the right to confiscate his wand until the investigation is complete. Ending; I also want to remind you again, as on the evening of August 2, that your wonderful delays show that you have overlooked some important legal provisions. Of course, I believe you did not intentionally."
"The law can be changed," Fudge said savagely.
"Of course it can be changed," Dumbledore nodded and said, "and you will definitely make many changes, Connelly. Why did I deal with such a simple minor in the few short weeks I left the jury? The question of using magic is to use such a heavily armed criminal trial procedure, even summoning most of the members of Wisengamao?"
Some wizards of the jury writhed nervously in their seats. Fudge's dark brown face now looked a little darker.
However, the toad-like witch sitting on Fudge's right only glared at Dumbledore, her face expressionless.
"As I realized," Dumbledore continued, "there is no law in this place. The whole purpose of this court is to punish every bit of magic that Harry has ever performed. He has to bear a special offense. Responsibility, because he defended himself. All Harry and I can do now is to wait for your verdict."
Dumbledore crossed his fingers again and said nothing.
Fudge stared at Dumbledore, obviously irritated.
Harry looked at Dumbledore sitting next to him and felt relieved; Van Lin was right. Dumbledore could not abandon him, so Dumbledore appeared here. Now he not only fully believed that Dumbledore was right. What the jury said was completely correct, and it was time to make a decision.
However, Dumbledore once again seemed to want to ignore Harry's attempt to observe his eyes. He continued to look up at the row of benches above, and all members of the jury were quietly conducting urgent consultations. Harry looked down at his feet.
His heart looked swollen to an unusual size, and it thumped loudly under his ribs. He thought the hearing would be a little longer than now. He had no confidence that he had made a good impression on the jury.
He didn't say much. He should explain the Dementor’s questions more fully, such as how he fell, and how he and Dudley nearly suffered the dementor’s death kiss...
Harry looked at Fudge twice and wanted to speak, but his swollen heart restricted the flow of air, and each time he could barely take a deep breath, then looked down at his shoes.
Then the whispers stopped. Harry wanted to look up at the jury, but he found that it was easier to look down at the laces than to look up.
"The jurors who agreed to withdraw all charges from the defendant, please raise their hands?" Mrs. Bowness said quickly.
Harry's head jerked up.
There are many hands in the air...more than half!
Harry's breathing started quickly, and he wanted to count as much as he could, but before he finished counting, Mrs. Bowness had already said, "The next jurors who think the defendant is guilty, please raise their hands?"
Fudge raised his hand; he was followed by about two jury members, including the toad-like witch on his right, the pudgy man with a disproportionate beard, and the scroll sitting in the second row. Hairy witch. Fudge looked around, as if something was stuck in his throat, then his hand dropped.
He took two deep breaths, and said in a distorted voice that tried to suppress the anger: "Very good, very good... All charges are dropped."
"Excellent," Dumbledore said happily. He drew out his wand and made the two chintz armchairs disappear.
"Well, I'm leaving now. Goodbye everyone." Then, he disappeared from the dungeon without looking at Harry again.
Dumbledore's sudden departure surprised Harry.
He was still sitting on the chair with chains, struggling with his shock and trying to relax.
The jury members all left their seats, they talked to each other, put their papers in their bags and took them away.
Harry stood up. No one seemed to pay the slightest attention to him except the toad-like witch sitting on Fudge's right. The witch had now shifted her gaze from Dumbledore to Harry.
Harry deliberately ignored her. He tried his best to find Fudge or Mrs. Bonis, and wanted to ask him if he could go now. But Fudge seemed determined to ignore Harry, and Mrs. Bones was there. He was busy packing her briefcase, so he tentatively walked a few steps towards the door, and then when he was sure that no one called him back, he quickly left.
He rushed out the last few steps, slammed the door open and almost hit Mr. Weasley.
Mr. Weasley was standing outside, his face pale. "Dumbledore didn't say--"
"Undo," Harry said, closing the door behind him.
"All the accusations!" Mr. Weasley held Harry's shoulder beamingly. "Harry, that's great! Well, of course, they can't convict you, there is no evidence, but even so, I can't hide that it's not—"
But Mr. Weasley didn't go on, because the door of the trial court opened again. The members of the jury filed out.
"Awesome!" Mr. Weasley declared in surprise, and he dragged Harry aside to let the jury pass. "Have you passed the test of this shackle chair?"
"I think so," Harry said calmly. One or two of the wizards nodded at Harry as they passed him, while others, including Mrs. Bonis, said good morning to Mr. Weasley, but most of them moved their eyes away.
Cornelius Fudge and the witch who looked like a toad almost left the trial court last. Fudge acted as if he treated Harry and Mr. Weasley as part of the wall, but once again, the witch looked at Harry with a near-evaluative look when she passed Harry.
Percy was the last one to walk among all the people. Like Fudge, he completely ignored his father and Harry; he grabbed a large roll of parchment and a handful of extra large quill pens as he walked forward, his chest folded, his eyes on everything. Mr. Weasley's mouth was tightly squeezed into a line, other than that, he showed no signs that he had seen his third son.
"I will send you straight back so you can tell others the good news," Mr. Weasley pushed Harry forward when Percy's heel disappeared on the ninth staircase. "I will go to see the bathroom at Bisnell Green, and take you back on the way. Come on..."
"So, what are you going to do with this bathroom? Harry asked with a smile. Now everything looks five times more interesting than usual, because people are learning that he is innocent, and he is going back to Hogwarts.
"Oh, that just requires a simple curse reverse magic," Mr. Weasley said as they went upstairs. "But repairing this kind of damage is not a complicated matter. What's more important is the attitude behind this vandalism, Harry. Bullying Muggles may be an interesting thing to some wizards, but this It expresses something deeper and dirtier, and I am one—"
Mr. Weasley was interrupted halfway through. They had reached the elevator on the ninth floor, and Cornelius Fudge was standing a few feet away from them, talking quietly with a tall man.
The man has sleek blond hair and a pale face with a pointed monkey cheek. The latter heard their footsteps and turned around. He also stopped talking halfway, his gray and cold eyes narrowed and fixed on Harry's face.
"Very good, very good, very good James Potter," Lucius Malfoy said coldly.
Harry felt out of breath, as if the air around him had frozen. The last time he saw these cold, gray eyes was through a crack in the Death Eater's turban, and the last time he heard the voice in a dark grave, he was tortured by Voldemort and Malfoy mocked him.
Harry did not believe that Mr. Malfoy dared to look at his face; he did not believe that he would appear here, at the Ministry of Magic, and he did not believe that Fudge was talking to him, because Harry had told Fudge only a few weeks ago , Said that Mr. Malfoy was a Death Eater.
"The Minister of Magic was just telling me about your lucky escape," Mr. Malfoy said lazily. "It's very surprising. In fact, you escape from a small hole every time, just like a snake."
Mr. Weasley gripped Harry's shoulder tightly as a warning.
"Yes," Harry said, "Yes, I am good at escaping."
Mr. Malfoy raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Weasley's face. "And so is Arthur Weasley! What are you doing now, Arthur?"
"I work here," Mr. Weasley said simply.
"You don't work here, I'm sure of that," Mr. Malfoy frowned and looked at the door from Mr. Weasley's shoulder. "I think you are working on the second floor above. You won't do something involving Muggle prohibited items and continue to be obsessed with them, right?"
"No," Mr. Weasley growled. Harry's shoulder was now aching with his fingers.
"Anyway, what are you doing here now?" Harry asked Mr. Malfoy.
"I don't think I have anything to worry about in my personal issues with the Minister of Magic, Potter," Mr. Malfoy smoothed the front of his robe and said.
Harry clearly heard a soft jingle in his pocket, which was obviously full of gold coins.
"Indeed, because you are a favorite student of Dumbledore, but you don't expect us people to indulge you in the same way. So, shall we go to your office, Lord of Magic?"
"Of course," Fudge said, turning his back to Harry and Mr. Weasley, "This way, Lucius."
They left together in strides, talking quietly as they walked. Mr. Weasley didn't let go of Harry's shoulder until they disappeared in the elevator.
"If they have business to discuss, then why didn't Malfoy wait outside Fudge's office?" Harry cried angrily. "What is he doing down here?"
"If you ask me, I think he is trying to sneak close to the trial court," Mr. Weasley looked extremely disturbed, and he looked around as if to make sure they couldn't hear him. "He is trying to find out if you have been fired. When I send you back, I will leave a note for Dumbledore. He should have learned that Mr. Malfoy is talking to Fudge again."
"Anyway, what kind of personal affairs are they together for?"
"I think it's money," Mr. Weasley said angrily. "Mr. Malfoy has generously bribed various items for years and provided them to appropriate people. Then he can ask for benefits to delay laws he doesn't want to pass. Oh, Lucius Malfoy, he has a lot of connections."
The elevator arrived; there was no one inside except for an internal mail hovering over Mr. Weasley's head. Mr. Weasley pressed the button in the central hall and the elevator doors closed. The elevator hurriedly carried them out of here.
"Mr. Weasley," Harry said slowly, "if Fudge is meeting with Death Eaters like Mr. Malfoy, if he meets them alone, then how can we know that they did not cast an Imperius spell on Fudge What?"
"Don't think that this kind of thing will not happen to us, Harry," Mr. Weasley said quietly, "but Dumbledore thinks Fudge is acting according to his own will at this moment-when Dumbledore is talking about this He wasn't very comfortable with things. It's best to stop talking about it right away, Harry."
The elevator door opened and they stepped into the now almost empty hall. The wizard guard Erik is now buried behind him.
When Harry remembered, they had walked directly past the golden fountain.
"Wait a minute," Harry called Mr. Weasley. He took his wallet out of his pocket and turned back to the fountain. Harry looked up at the handsome wizard's face, but looking closer, Harry felt that his appearance was weak and stupid. The wizard had a dull smile on his face, just like a pretty contender, and as far as the elves and other magical creatures Harry knew, most of them did not want to be stared at and portrayed like this by humans.
Only the house elves nodded and bowed down. Thinking of what Hermione would say when she saw this elf statue~EbookFREE.me~ Harry couldn't help grinning.
Harry turned the wallet over and emptied it. There were more than ten gold gallons in it, but Harry didn't care and threw them all into the sink.
"I knew it!" Ron's hand pointed into the air and shouted. "You always come home with loads!"
"They have to pay you back." When Harry entered the kitchen, Hermione looked almost fainted from nervousness, and she now put a trembling hand on her eyes.
"There is no evidence against you, not at all."
"Oh, of course, it must be so." Harry said happily.
"Everyone seems relieved, I think you all know that I will succeed," Harry said with a smile.
Mrs. Weasley was wiping her face with an apron, while Fred, George and Ginny were dancing a war dance and singing a chant: "He succeeded, he succeeded, he succeeded"
"Enough trouble! Be quiet!" Mr. Weasley shouted even though he was laughing constantly.
"By the way, have Sirius and Fanlin already left?" Harry asked, "I saw something at the Ministry of Magic, I think..."
"They are gone, an hour ago." Hermione said, "but they will fix it as soon as possible."
"I believe them just as they believe me." Harry said.
"But what's that?" Hermione asked.
"About Malfoy and Fudge," Harry said. "When I left, I saw the two of them chatting together. You know, Malfoy is a Death Eater. I'm not sure about it..."
"Dumbledore? Does Dumbledore know about this?" Hermione asked.
"I'm going to tell him, but..." Harry remembered how Dumbledore couldn't wait to leave, as if between himself and Dumbledore...